I call upon the power, grace, love, and serenity of my contemporaries, my sisters:

Summary

The text is a poignant call for support and strength from a warrior amidst battle, seeking the guidance and protection of their contemporaries, ancestors, and deities to overcome weariness and continue the fight.

Abstract

The author, a warrior wearied by continuous battle, invokes the support of their peers and ancestors to find the strength to persevere. They express a deep need for the nurturing light of the Mother to guide them through the night, as they lie in vigilance, surrounded by the enemy. The warrior addresses their male comrades, asking for their protection and solidarity, while also reflecting on the societal expectations of femininity and strength. They draw inspiration from a time when men and women fought as equals and call upon the gods of their people for comfort and rejuvenation. The text concludes with a determination to rise again, bolstered by the collective strength of their allies, ancestors, and the divine.

Opinions

The warrior feels a profound connection to their female contemporaries, seeking their spiritual support and solidarity in the face of adversity.
There is a sense of frustration or disappointment in not meeting the expectations of the "Knights of many," suggesting a personal struggle with societal norms of strength and gender roles.
The text conveys a longing for a past where equality in battle was the norm, indicating a critique of contemporary gender dynamics.
The warrior's appeal to ancient gods and ancestors reflects a deep-rooted belief in the power of heritage and spirituality to provide strength in times of hardship.
The repeated invocations suggest a reliance on a collective history and shared experiences as a source of empowerment and resilience.
The final resolve to rise with the support of their sisters, brothers, and the divine underscores a belief in the transformative power of unity and prayer.

I call upon the power, grace, love, and serenity of my contemporaries, my sisters:

Sherry McGuinn, Sterling Page, Stark Raving, Tracey Folly, The Garrulous Glaswegian, Gillian Sisley, Melinda Crow

From near and far I beseech you. Send to me the Mother’s Light. I need Her to light my way at this hour. My soul is weary and my body is marred with battle scars.

To my brothers in arms:

Charles H. Roast, Jason, Simon Dillon

I beg of you, please. As I lay on the ground this night, caped for warmth, hand on the hilt for the ready, brothern… I am so weary. My arms ache and scream in agony. From sunrise to well past sunset, I have swung my mighty blade. I have injured many, but alas, slewn too few.

If you ever loved me at all, stand the night watch. Encircle me with your backs to me as then you can clearly see the enemy should it try to encroach on this midnight hour.

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The song you believe you hear falling from my lips is no song this world knows of. It is an invocation. I am invoking my ancestors of not so long ago. This battle is making me weary. Come to me in my slumber and revitalize me to my very soul.

I feel my femininity in me as I feel weak. Or so the story has been told. If you are tired, if you are weak, then it is because you are female. Not because there are battles to be fought and wars to be won that only my sisters can understand.

Knights of many, Templars included, I am sorry I have let you down.

Perhaps I shall call upon my Ancient Ancestors. Where men and women were truly equal and fought side by side for if one won, all won. Oh, what glorious times those must have been!

I shall call upon the gods of my people from days of old. Come to me. Lie with me. Protect me, comfort me, rejuvenate me. Fortify me. But most of all, lend me your strength!

As sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, so too shall I. With the prayers of my sisters blowing in the wind at my back, my brothers at my side, and my sword and shield to lift me up, I shall rise.

And lest I forget, The Ones. The Ones who were before all else was. If I call on those people, my people, well then…

May God and the gods have mercy on us all.